Loving Faith (5 page)

Suddenly, the pressure of his body against hers was gone and she opened her eyes. Matthew knelt in front of her, the iris of his dark green eyes nearly lost to black.

“What – what are you doing?” Faith was breathless.

“I promised your mother I'd take care of you,” Matthew ran his hands up her legs and under her dress. “And I always keep my promises.”

“Matthew,” Faith wasn't entire sure what she wanted to say.

“Shush,” he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her white cotton panties and slowly drew them down her legs. His eyes stayed locked with hers, her skirt still covering her most private place, as he helped her step out of her underwear. “I plan on taking care of you a lot tonight.”

“Somehow, I don't think that's what my moth – ah!” Faith's head fell back against the wall with a thunk, cut off mid-word.

Matthew's head was under her skirt, his face buried between her thighs, his tongue doing wonderful things and Faith was sure she'd never felt anything like it. Like everything else he did, Matthew ate pussy whole-heartedly. There was no hesitation, no tentativeness. Faith had been with men whose entire idea of 'returning the favor' consisted of a few reluctant licks, generally just the tip of the tongue over the clit, before declaring it was time to fuck. Not that she disliked fucking. It was just nice sometimes to receive a little oral attention. And the sight of his head underneath her skirt was just hot. Then Matthew started doing something to her clit that made everything else vanish from her mind, an orgasm crashing into her with enough force to make her knees buckle. He held her legs tight, lapping up the liquid as she came, each pass of his tongue over her silken walls sending another mini-climax through her body.

Finally, when Matthew stood, Faith opened her eyes to see a very smug grin on his face. He deserved to feel smug, she admitted. It had been a very long time since she'd cum that hard. He started to lean towards her, then hesitated and she knew why. She moved the rest of the way. She'd never been the type of girl to shy away from kissing a man who'd just gone down on her. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, the flavor of her juices bursting across her tongue. She'd always found something very arousing about tasting herself in someone's mouth. The slick between her thighs grew.

She wanted to taste him too.

Faith started walking backwards, her arms tight around his neck to pull him after her, though she suspected he would've followed anyway. Her back hit the hallway wall and she turned them, pushing Matthew back so he was against the wall. She broke the kiss and dropped to her knees before he'd processed what was happening. Her hands were at his shorts, tugging them down even as Matthew stared at her, a haze of pleasure still clouding his brain. His black boxer-briefs followed. Faith left both garments around his knees, unable to wait to see her prize.

Matthew's cock was swollen and heavy with need, easily as big as her favorite toy. As she wrapped her hand around the thick shaft, she amended her previous statement. He was bigger around and the thought of how he would stretch her made her shiver with anticipation. She studied his cock for a moment, letting her hands explore the velvet-covered steel. She'd never actually seen a white cock before and marveled at the way the skin was flushed with blood. She knew she'd never be able to take it all, but she was as sure as hell going to get as much of it as she could into her mouth. She leaned forward and ran her tongue around the crown, drawing a groan from Matthew.

Faith grinned. This was going to be fun. She took the head between her lips, lightly sucking as she played the tip of her tongue over the slit, the salty taste of pre-cum exploding across her taste buds, mingling with her own lingering flavor. One hand stayed at the base of his cock while the other dropped to his balls, cupping them, rolling them in their silken sack. Faith moved her mouth down and ran her tongue along the underside of Matthew's cock before taking him into the moist cavern of her mouth once more. She took as much of him as she dared and had more than half still out. She hollowed her cheeks as she sucked and Matthew cursed.

“Faith, stop,” Matthew began to beg, his hand on her head.

Faith seriously debated not stopping. She wanted to feel him go in her mouth. She loved the sensation of a cock pulsing in her mouth, the spill of liquid across her tongue, the knowledge that she had the power to make him come apart. But, she really wanted to feel him between her legs and didn't want to wait. She pulled back.

Matthew's eyes were wide as he stared down at her. Faith wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and got to her feet. She tilted her head, asking the same thing he'd asked earlier. She'd never had a man kiss her after she gave head, at least not unless she used mouthwash first. Matthew, it appeared, had no such reservations. He claimed her mouth, his tongue thoroughly exploring every last inch, and she felt him hot and hard against her thigh.

She pulled back. “Shall we take this into the bedroom?”

He nodded, desire written on his face. He kicked off his underwear and shorts and followed Faith the last few feet down the hallway. At some point before they reached the bedroom, he discarded his shirt, but Faith wasn't sure where. Not that it mattered. For the first time, she was seeing everything that lay beneath his expensive suits and designer tees and it was better than anything she'd imagined. Matthew's torso was lean and defined, lightly tanned skin that still seemed pale next to hers. A trail of bronze colored curls started at his belly button and ended at the base of his thick cock.

“You're staring,” Matthew sounded like he couldn't decide if he wanted to be amused or embarrassed.

“You're gorgeous,” the words were out of Faith's mouth before she could think about them.

Matthew pulled her into his arms and crushed his mouth against hers. They tumbled back onto the bed with Faith in her dress. Matthew rolled them over so that he was on top of her and propped himself up on his elbows. His expression was strained. “Protection?”

“I'm on the pill,” Faith spread her legs as she ran a hand down Matthew's back to one firm ass cheek. She flexed her fingers, digging her nails into his flesh. “Please, I need you inside me.”

Matthew didn't argue, or even waste time replying, his need as great as her own. He pushed her skirt up around her waist and positioned himself at her entrance. He paused only briefly to adjust his balance and then slowly pushed his way inside.

“Fuck!” Faith cried out. He was bigger than what she'd had in a long time, every inch stretching her wide and caressing places inside her she hadn't remembered ever having been reached. Her body quaked as she came and still he continued to move forward. She was still cumming when he bottomed out, his balls resting against her ass.

He waited only a moment before beginning to move, slow, even strokes that sent Faith from one climax into the next, an unending wave of pleasure that made her writhe beneath him. He tugged down the front of her dress, freeing her breasts, her dark chocolate nipples already hard little nubs. When his mouth closed around one, her back arched as every cell in her body cried out for more even as her brain said that she couldn't take it. His teeth scraped over the sensitive flesh and another orgasm crashed into her, white spots dancing in front of her eyes.

“Oh, fuck,” Matthew buried his face against the crook of her neck as he began to move faster, forcing his cock past the spasming walls of Faith's pussy. His teeth worried at the soft skin, tentative.

“Bite me,” Faith managed to get the words out. “It's okay, I like it.” The last word turned into a scream as he did just that, biting down hard enough to give Faith the little bit of pain she needed to explode. She could feel the world graying out around her, could feel Matthew still pounding away, but it was far away. She was floating above it all, carried on a cloud of ecstasy until everything went black.

She wasn't out for long, brought back by the near frantic thrusts driving the air from her lungs. Her body was limp, muscles not wanting to obey her commands. Her eyelids fluttered open and her eyes found Matthew's face hovering over hers. He sat back, his eyes never leaving hers, and hooked his arms under her knees. Without missing a stroke, he raised her legs until her ankles rested on his shoulders and then began to lean forward.

“Shit,” Faith whimpered as the shift of penetration sent him deeper inside her.

“Are you okay?” The concern on Matthew's face was genuine and Faith knew, in that moment, she could trust him. If she said that she wasn't okay, he would stop, no matter the cost to him.

“So deep, baby,” she murmured. “You're so deep inside me.”

Matthew continued leaning forward until Faith's knees were almost at her chest and her body had begun to quiver. And then he began to move. His muscular legs flexed as he used them to drive himself into her, each stroke sending him to the end of her.

“Almost there,” he ground out from between gritted teeth.

“Cum inside me,” Faith begged. Pressure was building inside her once more and she knew that she needed the release.

Matthew groaned at her words, his hips jerking as he slammed into her once, twice more and came. Faith could feel him emptying himself inside her womb. As he slumped down onto her, his pelvic bone rubbed against her clit, the extra sensation was all that she needed to fall over the edge once more. She cried out his name as she came, this climax coming from somewhere deep inside her, her pussy squeezing every last drop from his cock.

After a minute, he carefully detangled them and rolled them onto their sides. Gently, he maneuvered Faith's limp body so that she was tucked up against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, letting the air conditioning flow over their sweat-slicked skin, cooling them. As their breathing slowed and heart-rates returned to normal, Faith placed her hand over Matthew's, threading their fingers together. She wanted him to stay, wanted to fall asleep in his arms, but she didn't know how to ask.

“Faith,” Matthew broke the silence. “I'd like to stay, if you'll let me.”

Relief flooded through her. She nodded. “I'd like that.”

“Okay, then,” Matthew pressed his lips against her temple. “I'll stay.”

***

“Why don't you tell me the real reason you called me?”

Faith sighed. Even over the phone, she couldn't fool her mother. “It's Matthew.”

“Did he do something?” Ester's sweet voice instantly took on an edge.

“No, Mama,” Faith hurried to assure her mother. And it was true. Matthew hadn't done anything to hurt her. Yet. And that was the problem. “I think I've fallen in love with him. Not like physical attraction or just how things feel when you first click with someone. I mean real love.”

“And you're scared.” It was a statement, not a question. Ester really did know her daughter better than anyone else did.

“You loved my father once,” Faith forced herself to say what was on her mind. She and her mother didn't talk much about the past, but there came a time when it was necessary to discuss the past to be able to move forward.

“And you think Matthew is like your father?”

“No,” Faith answered quickly, then paused. Was that it? Was there something she saw in Matthew that reminded her of the father she only vaguely remembered? “It's just,” she struggled to put her concerns into words. “You fell in love with Daddy enough to marry him and then things went really bad.”

“Baby Girl,” Ester's voice was soft. “Do you really think that things were all fine and dandy with your daddy for years and then, suddenly, one day he snapped and beat me?”

“Well,” Faith started to answer, then stopped. She'd never really thought about it before. She'd been five when her father had beaten Mama badly enough that she'd gone into the hospital and he'd gone away. She was much older when she'd found out that her father had broken her mother's cheekbone, jaw, collarbone and dislocated her right shoulder. But she'd never given thought to when it had started.

“The first time your father hit me, he immediately apologized,” Ester's voice was matter-of-fact but Faith knew how much her mother hated talking about Tyrone Williams. “I should have known then to get out, but I convinced myself that it was a fluke, an accident that would never happen again. That was our third date.”